It was Sunday and we were on the terrace. She was washing clothes and I was helping her to put clothes to dry. It was routine every Sunday that after ...ashing we would fuck in the storeroom. So while helping her I would rub her pussy and make her cum at least once.We kissed and hugged like there is no tomorrow. That day after washing we went to the storeroom. Unfortunately, the latch of the door was broken, so we couldn’t lock it from inside. I doubt that it was her husband who would have broken. “Sweet Jesus! You’re nearly as good as a woman! Do not stop!” She rolled onto her back and I half-topped her, my free hand fondling a breast, enjoying the texture of her silk bra while my lips and tongue and teeth wandered over her upper body, her armpits, neck, ears, face, lips, pleasuring her as they went. Somehow her body was telling me she wanted it faster and harder, and her pumping hips made it easy. Her gasps got louder and she shuddered into her second climax. We slowed down a bit, my. She turned around and said, "who the fuck are you?" I walked into the room and said, "Allison calm down this is Tiny and he is the guy I found to fuck you." She said, "by the looks of it he isn't Tiny anywhere!" She leaned over and grabbed his dick and said, "this thing is huge!!" She then started to jerk while grinning at me. She started sucking it taking as much as she could in her mouth but kept choking and gagging. She had spit allover her tits and mouth and his cock and balls. She looked. As well theygathered mushrooms that Tall John declared safe to eat, while hepointed out others that would cause sickness or delirium. When thestew was half cooked in the pot, the smell was overpowering, alongwith the boys' hunger. Both hungry boys gladly shared the stew out ofthe pot, even relishing the taste of the rabbit.The next morning they went to the river (their trip had been severalmiles upriver from the reservation) where they spent time fishing in atributary of the river. Tall John.